Doing

This week I learned that I'm allergic to yellowjacket stings in the worst way possible (not that there's a good way). I was attacked by a nest of them while mowing the lawn and had to go to the ER.
Contemplating my intense introversion.
I was able to finally get together with a dear friend for a walk through the park — we have been trying to see each other for a while now but schedules and weather kept getting in the way. Talking to her, a kindred spirit, nourishes me.

Reading

The Basic Eight by Daniel Handler. Finished in the first hours of this week. I wrote up a full post with my thoughts.
Death Is Not an Option by Suzanne Rivecca. I'm about halfway through this. It's middling; there's a lot of weird sex that I simply do not connect to, and all of the narrators / protagonists feel the same even though this is a collection of unrelated short stories.
There’s an apostrophe battle brewing among grammar nerds. Is it Harris’ or Harris’s? by Holly Tamer. This is the kind of presidential race news coverage I want to see in this world.

Into the Aether's Pokemon Emerald Nuzlocke. I really like Into the Aether and the TWG network, and Joe is a big fan of watching Pokemon challenges on YouTube. We are not far in, but we are enjoying it so far.

Rock Band 4. I have a friend visiting this week — it's a great party game.
Carcassone. A board game staple in my house.

Nothing particular beyond some shuffles, but my mom came over with her old Fleetwood Mac records and we realized that my record player has been spinning slightly too fast (~33.7rpm instead of 33.3). I noticed it months ago with Mac Miller's GO:ODAM, but I thought it might just be the press. We fixed it and now I feel I have to re-listen to all my records.